Day 8: Returning to routine. I haven't felt any urges yet but I'm still careful, cause' my previous streak was destroyed by me the oblivious. Playing it cool.
My day eight finally comes to an end Now I can sit down, cause' I had to stand Against all the women Sex Appeal Forces I stopped the SAF with my information sources. I'm a single Pringle but not ready to mingle If a wild woman appears, I scream: "Bazinga!". A compliment? How am I suppose to react? Feel confident? Give her a rose? I'm fucked. She used FAP. That means Female Appeal Power. That was very effective. I need to take a shower. She sapped me dry. I mean she sapped my brains. Gave me a try. Andrenaline in veins. And she looks awesome, sweety-pretty, handy-sweaty. Come, come, my lady, I will be you tatty teddy. And everything is fine except my vision is blurry She turns into a monster, starts showing her fury Suddenly I fell down, shouting and crying And my dream left me in the bed I'm lying That was impressive. And so scary though. Alright, challenge's on, I have to go.
Day 9: I have an erection and it's so damn hard. I can't think, I can only imagine, and them pictures are so bad. I wish I won't rape myself or anyone else.
DONT DO IT MATE! I know the feeling, but you have to think about something else! Leave your electornical devices and take a walk, a cold shower or something that distracts you! Dont destroy your streak mate
I have to tell you that you're awesome guy. And I feel ashamed that I'm not caring for you as you do.
Helping other people is helping me too, I don't want anything back Don't feel ashamed man, be proud that you are willed to change yourself!!
I'm not sure how to describe this feeling This site has a space I'm about to fill in I've said in a full voice: "I could stop this rot That consumed me a lot, rot must be stopped". Vows are spoken to be broken, Allnightlong is my Personal Jesus - With my pray he has been woken And I hope he will stand with us. I'm a stranger that have stuck in maze There are walls I always cannot smash Time to hit my fears, time to find my ways Time to turn my mode off the Depeche. I play with the passion, I love the game I know that results won't be the same Gambling with dice, don't make a crap Even with rhymes that sound like rap Stop the disease, find Cure for the Itch Can't promise an ease, cause' life is a bitch. I have only myself to rely on, It's day nine, I'm fine, and that's my song.
Haha thanks for the compliment Day 9 is awesome!! And loving your raps - do you just write them or also sing ?
Day 10: As recoome adviced me, I've bought a plant flower. Now I feel myself dumb, 'cause I know nothing about plants.
Hey, drop the beat! Let's Make Some Noise! I've bought a violets, called 'em Beastie Boys. And it's capricious plant. Man, I'm screwed up. Hope it won't stunt. But let's talk about fap. It's very hard to relax. Different day - different story. I wish there would be drugs... Sorry, I'm not Hugh Laurie. Do you know the science? There's a simple fact: Most women are sexy. And they can attract. You know I'm just a human, not a Superman. Even if I was, how could I withstand Such power, it strikes like kryptonite Eyes burn, but lasers can't ignite No flying, no one can save my jet From the catastrophe, pants almost wet. Did you stroke your cock? Now we'll see how fast is Your mind at night. It's your "Dawn of Justice"! Waking up unwounded. I'm playing cool. It's day ten, gentlemen. As you see I drool.
Day 11: Beastie Boys (violet flowers) are growing and my streak is growing too. A little better feeling in sexual aspect. Well, that's it I guess.
Greetings to the people of the community! Don't worry, man, I feel like you need tea To calm yourself down and listen those flows That can be too simple, don't turn up your nose. Maybe it's too early to talk like that Cause' of consequences I have not yet met But I feel like it's definitely going better Eleventh day and still my wear's not wet or Even tighten up by a random boner No depression. I am not alone here. Didn't get so far, not even half of the streak I walked on the edge so much and that was sick. Somehow I became swaggy, almost got a tattoo My head became shaggy, I've almost seen Scooby Doo It doesn't matter even I'm not In the End It's day eleven, folks, it's the way I stand.
Day 12: Even though I scared myself all day long with movies and stuff, I still can't look at the women normally. Like what the actual fuck? But the rest week is over, my trainings are there. From the tomorrow it will be better, I think.
I think even men who have never watched porn have some naughty thoughts when looking at female Good to hear you are still on the road
Hey, it's me, Chris Kross, your hip-hop king! Just a joke, folks, I'm not so mean All I need is to be seen, what I'm telling is obscene Truth is that I have to win, but I need something to lean On like still small voice. But my head's dizzy. With all that ache, boys. Was it ever easy? And I have to admit, I've made some progress But I'm still a fresh meat, far from success. Accessories were putted on me, when and why? If you can't remember, the very next step you die, Cause' it's hard to prevent such memory failure When you can legibly smell a "Scent of a Woman". Pay your Bills, 'cause you're about to pay the piper. Will is the only message and it's the cipher Locked and loaded but I can't afford the fire My gun. Call that resignation. But I can't retire From the impulses that's inside of me. Day twelve. I'm pretty tired as you can see.